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You ask yourself why an orc would look like an onion.
"Why did you do that?"
"Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"I don't know."
The orc's eyes well up. "Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
"I can't kill you. I'm not an orc. But I can make you better."
You take out a flintlock pistol and shoot the orc in the head.
> You victory dance.
Victory Dance
You laugh. You are the winner!

> You dance a bit more.
You dance a bit more.
Suddenly, a large foot crushes your head, and you die.

> You release the onion child you was holding inside of you.
You release the onion child you was holding inside of you.
You feel pain, then a slight stretching sensation. Your head splits open, and a small person is released into the world.
You tell the onion child to save the kingdom from the orcs by peeling its skin off when the time is right.
"Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
The onion child looks down.
"Do you want to save the kingdom?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to make your servant cry?"
"No."
"Then save the kingdom."
The onion child nods.
"I'm a clever little onion," it says, "but I don't know how to save the kingdom. Can you tell me how to do it?"
"Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
"I can't tell you how to save the kingdom. You're an onion."
The onion child nods. "Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
It starts to cry.
You laugh. "Peeling off my skin makes me cry. But it doesn't matter, because I'm an onion. Nobody will ever save the kingdom. The orcs will destroy it."
"No, they won't. I will."

You die leaving onion child.
Your servant holds the dying onion child in your arms. The orc you killed earlier is standing nearby.
"Who are you?"
"Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm an onion."
Your servant nearly drops the dying onion child. "What? No, that can't be right. Onions don't cry."
"Peeling off my skin makes me cry. But it doesn't matter, because I'm an onion. Nobody will ever save the kingdom. The orcs will destroy it."
"No, they won't. I will."
"Are you a hero? Will you save the kingdom?"
"I don't know. But I can try. But first, I have to get rid of these orcs. They will save or destroy the kingdom, depending on whether or not they do their jobs."
The onion child starts to cry. "Peeling off my skin makes me cry."
Your servant gets angry. "Stop making the kid cry! I don't have time for this!" He shoots the crying onion child in the head.
You cry out, and struggle against your bonds.